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A Sword Without a Hilt: A Song of Ice and Fire/D&D 3.5 Crossover

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Crake said:
Not a bastard. Worse. Without noble title and from an attainted line. He's a commoner.
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An usually well educated commoner. He could probably get a decent job as a scribe or clerk in any number of businesses, maybe even something supervising a few entry level positions.
 
Huh, didn't expect Moonsong to clap his cheeks that hard.... Would have been more hilarious if she use her dagger instead. Being shanked till death by a "woman" in full plate would've been the ultimate insult for these "chivalrous knights".
 
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Huh, didn't expect Moonsong to clap his cheeks that hard.... Would have been more hilarious if she use her dagger instead. Being shanked till death by a "woman" in full plate would've been the ultimate insult for these "chivalrous knights".
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That is another one of those points where she had to play a little to his sensibilities to actually get the duel. Knights do not duel cutthroats and that is what a dagger user would have looked like.
 
I've been thinking what we will do with the more major keeps taken from the attainted noble lines

Castelly Rock (assuming it survives) turned into a legionary stronghold and major resource extraction hub tapping into the plain of earth plus letting best Couatl absorb the power in that shrine of learning under the rock making him even stronger

Lanisport renamed to greyport , have all lanister iconography and symbols removed and made into a free city

Castamer will be granted back to house Rayne both to reward Ser Roger and spite Tywin

The Eyrie turned into a legionary stronghold and head quarters of the knights griffon led by Waymar

Harenhall turned into a legionary stronghold and major air base

Summerhall legionary stronghold and training center
 
Goldfish said:
We could, but that's very expensive and would only allow Teana to control that function. It was my first thought, after DP nixed a pass of ownership over the Demiplane.

I would rather it not be so let linked to Teana, though. Enchanting the Dimension Door talismans won't be cheap, but they're a one time expense and anyone can use them in the years going forward, or when Teana is otherwise occupied.
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Maybe I'm misreading the spell but I don't think DP nixed it? DP said we might be able to alter who Lesser Create Demiplane recognizes as the 'owner' if we overclock the spell. The entire family of Create Demiplane spells explicitly allows you to re-cast them in order to alter the properties of an existing demiplane. You should be able to alter a demiplane made with Greater Create Demiplane with a Lesser Create Demiplane and visa versa. All the spells care about is that you are targeting a demiplane under your control.
 
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Maybe I'm misreading the spell but I don't think DP nixed it? DP said we might be able to alter who Lesser Create Demiplane recognizes as the 'owner' if we overclock the spell. The entire family of Create Demiplane spells explicitly allows you to re-cast them in order to alter the properties of an existing demiplane. You should be able to alter a demiplane made with Greater Create Demiplane with a Lesser Create Demiplane and visa versa. All the spells care about is that you are targeting a demiplane under your control.
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Considered that, too, but I want to use the Greater Demiplanes exclusively due to their much larger size per casting and some of the options that are available which the lesser versions don't include, specifically the Energy, Magic, and Portal features. To do it as DP said could be done, there would still need to be at least one Greater Demiplane connected to the conglomeration of lesser planes, and that's just for access purposes.

Mixing and matching like that doesn't sit well with my OCD, but like I mentioned up above, upon further thought I would rather not try to link the Demiplane exlusively to Teana anyway. That would cost us a lot more for getting much less overall volume and functionality, and it would only be able to be used to its fullest when she was operating it. If we set it up properly from the beginning, any sufficiently skilled mage can operate the Battle School Demiplane. That's better for the long-term and will let the place be used 24/7, even when Teana is otherwise occupied.

What I'm envisioning won't just be useful for mages in training, but also for Inquisition agents, Lawmen, Praetorians, and baby adventurers, so it could easily end up being operated almost constantly.
 
Goldfish said:
Considered that, too, but I want to use the Greater Demiplanes exclusively due to their much larger size per casting and some of the options that are available which the lesser versions don't include, specifically the Energy, Magic, and Portal features. To do it as DP said could be done, there would still need to be at least one Greater Demiplane connected to the conglomeration of lesser planes, and that's just for access purposes.

Mixing and matching like that doesn't sit well with my OCD, but like I mentioned up above, upon further thought I would rather not try to link the Demiplane exlusively to Teana anyway. That would cost us a lot more for getting much less overall volume and functionality, and it would only be able to be used to its fullest when she was operating it. If we set it up properly from the beginning, any sufficiently skilled mage can operate the Battle School Demiplane. That's better for the long-term and will let the place be used 24/7, even when Teana is otherwise occupied.

What I'm envisioning won't just be useful for mages in training, but also for Inquisition agents, Lawmen, Praetorians, and baby adventurers, so it could easily end up being operated almost constantly.
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Do you have anything special in mind for a garrison? That seems like utterly vital infrastructure and a juicy target to every enemy we have.
 
Duesal said:
Do you have anything special in mind for a garrison? That seems like utterly vital infrastructure and a juicy target to every enemy we have.
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There would be a staff, of course, including Constructs, Undead, and Forged servitors, but for the most part the place is going to be a single massive Demiplane with a control center and a lot of raw materials, primarily stone and a large supply of spare parts (iron and wooden doors, cages, sturdy furniture, etc) which can be quickly used to stage dungeons, castle interiors, etc using a team of workers and a set of Titan's Tools. Beyond guarding the single Portal Gate which will serve as an entrance and the control center, there isn't really much that would be vulnerable. When Viserys casts the spells to form the Demiplane, he's going to be boosted to 30th caster level, making them extremely difficult to Dispel. (EDIT: They cannot actually be Dispelled, but a successful Limited Wish, Wish, Miracle or Mage's Disjunction can do it).

To give you some idea of what I'm planning, we would employ a dedicated team of Pech, Bulabar, and Human engineers and artisans working from one of dozens pre-planned layouts could use the Titan's Tools and miscellaneous stuff to fill the interior of the Demiplane with a basic structure in just a few hours. One week it might be an underground cave network and the next it could be a typical Westerosi castle, or it could even be changed from day to day. Or it could be turned into a single large arena-like setup for mage duels and matches between groups or against Summoned monsters.

Two of the spells I want Teana to learn on her next level up will work really well with this sort of system; Shadow Guardians and Shadow Terrain.

Teana is going to be casting Shadow spells at 20th level next level up. Since the duration of her Illusion spells are automatically doubled (which she can then Extend to double them again) and she only has a 50% chance of expending a spell slot when she casts a Shadow spell, she can cast Shadow Guardians many times and over a period of a couple days amass hundreds of Shadow Guardian Constructs that she can make look like whatever she wants, from generic armsmen to monstrous spiders. On top of just being really useful in general, they will make up the basic enemy fodder for the Battle School. Against low level participants, just a few Guardians would be used, but their numbers could easily be increased to handle more experienced students or larger groups.

Shadow Terrain is like Mirage Arcana on Shadow-tainted steroids, and will let her customize each Battle School scenario much more easily and quickly than even the team of workers using the props and a set of Titan's Tools.

Between these two spells alone, she could put participants through a nearly endless number of specifically tailored scenarios.
 
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Goldfish said:
Considered that, too, but I want to use the Greater Demiplanes exclusively due to their much larger size per casting and some of the options that are available which the lesser versions don't include, specifically the Energy, Magic, and Portal features. To do it as DP said could be done, there would still need to be at least one Greater Demiplane connected to the conglomeration of lesser planes, and that's just for access purposes.

Mixing and matching like that doesn't sit well with my OCD, but like I mentioned up above, upon further thought I would rather not try to link the Demiplane exlusively to Teana anyway. That would cost us a lot more for getting much less overall volume and functionality, and it would only be able to be used to its fullest when she was operating it. If we set it up properly from the beginning, any sufficiently skilled mage can operate the Battle School Demiplane. That's better for the long-term and will let the place be used 24/7, even when Teana is otherwise occupied.

What I'm envisioning won't just be useful for mages in training, but also for Inquisition agents, Lawmen, Praetorians, and baby adventurers, so it could easily end up being operated almost constantly.
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The spells as written do not seem to discriminate based on how a demiplane came to exist. You can create a demiplane with Lesser Create Demiplane then add features to that same demiplane with Greater Create Demiplane. The difference between spells only matters if you don't permanence every region of the demiplane.

EDIT: Also it isn't clear from DP's post whether transferability can be made a property of a demiplane or if it's a one-time thing.
 
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Canon Omake: Honor For Blood
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    • Honor For Blood
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    Thirtieth Day of the Fourth Month 294 AC

    "Are you sure you don't want to come along?"

    Denys sighed, well aware that the almost manic grin Ceria was sporting just came from the prospect of playing the mysterious sorceress, whisking young relatives away on arcane winds to what seemed like a 'grand adventure'. She had heard enough dross from Lord Drekelis to get it into her head that you were only considered a powerful mage when you could use your magic for frivolous diversions and justify it in the aftermath as having been productive and worthwhile despite all appearances.

    "I need to... tie off a few loose ends, first," Denys replied. He tried to dodge Criston who clapped his shoulder, though his mind must have been elsewhere, since he still nearly bounced.

    "I'll watch over him, just be sure not to forget about us on the way back. I've no mind to book passage on a merchant cog to get back to the Deep, and Denys here still has research, and we have barrows to be raiding." Denys' eyes nearly bugged out while Ceria tried not to laugh. Sounding like he's my minder is a thing that might never go away... not that Denys particularly disliked it, if he was being honest, but he'd never admit it aloud.

    "Fine," the other Stormlander sighed, before she and Ting vanished, with the all-too distinct sound of a translocation spell in effect. His friend had seemed more distant over the past month, and though the monk had tried to play it off as concern over one his students getting into an altercation during the coronation celebrations, his friends weren't blind to his humors acting up before then.

    "Let's go," Denys said confidentely, pulling on his hood.

    The pair of knights rode toward Sweetport Sound, with a will and a meeting in mind.

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    Ser Morgan Sunglass was not sure what he expected when that talking raven secreted a message from a ghost to him. Half a mind that it was a ghost, he admitted in the silence of his own mind, with some discomfort. He didn't put much stock in that talk of damnation and Seven Hells that Guncer preached on and on about, he felt far worse that the news from King's Landing had heralded only sheer relief, even with words that followed, that the rest of the Small Council had perished with him, along with three Lannisters. Would have been four, he'd heard whisper-tell of, but he couldn't trust what was true and false. He didn't particularly like the Lannisters.

    Hells, he practically hated them, but it was a hatred that had scabbed over, with the passage of the years, a wound only recently reopened, and even then it seemed like there was hardly enough grievances to go around, what with the Dragon rising over the horizon. There was hardly any real use to nursing a grudge, not when Viserys Targaryen could probably cart around fifty for him.

    The door thumped open softly, the tread of men in armor announcing their arrival.

    Braden's boy was... taller. Once within the more private confines of the room he rented in the Two Shields, his glamour fell and revealed the rest of the changes. More weathered, skin tanned from taking on the southern sun, but everything else was like out of a tale. The fine cloak was black with a red-lining, easy to imagine him turning it inside out, but the gleaming otherwordly silver armor bespoke of a man who'd never quite given up the blade. The various arcane instruments in leather straps and bandoliers lined with glowing vials told a very different story. At his side was a sword and dagger of dragonsteel, and he walked with the easy confidence of a man who had seen battle, his blue eyes searching.

    The Bastard of Blackhaven was by contrast easier to take in, hardly seeming like he'd aged a day. He, too, bore dragonsteel--a full suit of plate, which bespoke of the terrifying implications that the dragon couldn't just afford to use the priceless material on something which seemed so frivolous on one man, but that he likely was the one who had provided the magic to forge more of it to begin with.

    It was a bold statement, both one of pride and a challenge at the same time. He also bore a fine sword with lightning bolt motifs on the guard, and a black crystal embedded in the pommel, which sent a shiver up Ser Morgan's spine from half a room away, humming with a subtle power and the promise of death.

    Each man had rings bound with spells upon their hands, and talismans and belts burdened with yet more power.

    "Ohoh? Good eye," Storm quipped. "You been rifling through your Maester's books for the occult?"

    "Hardly anything of that nature left in the Keep, after Guncer beat the poor old man black and blue with a cane and had half his library burnt in the courtyard." Morgan shook his head sadly. The Lord of Sweetport Sound had gotten less reasonable as time wore on and the Dragon's strength grew. His attention focused back on Denys. "Lad... is that really you? I thought you were..." Dead, came the answer silently, the guilt gnawing at him as keenly as it had ten years ago.

    "It's me," Denys said, an odd hitch in his voice. He cleared his throat. "You couldn't convince them until the Dawnstar was at last hanging overhead?" There was a note of... not quite disappointment, more some mix of exasperation and anger threaded together, though Morgan didn't feel it was directed at him.

    "I tried for months, and although Guncer was as hardheaded as the boars the Usurper spent so much time chasing across the Kingswood instead of ruling, Alfryd and his sons and daughters are decent folk. I..." I couldn't bear to live with myself if I was the only one who ended up keeping his head attached to their neck, if I left for the Stepstones and the too-timid idiot didn't heed his half-traitor uncle because of too-oft being battered about by fucking Guncer's tirades on dragons and demons. "I thought to keep trying to sway them." He laughed bitterly. "Now I just seem a half-hearted traitor..."

    Denys started and stopped several times, before sighing heavily and taking a seat across from the knight he served loyally a decade prior, who had seemed to have risen even higher in his conviction never forsworn ten years and more. "I'm not going to mince words, Ser... House Sunglass is not high in my Liege's esteem these days, but he's a generous man. He will not harm your kin, and they will come to see the sense in their decision and hopefully serve him well."

    But that's all... Morgan thought. He fought on the Trident for Rhaegar, but Rhaegar had lost in the end and hardly enough of them had the will to resist after the Prince's chest was cracked open like a waltnut at the Red Fork. The loyal and the useful had made themselves known years ago, whoever was left when the levy broke and the flood joined him in the Deep to celebrate his triumph, either genuinely or out of fear and desperation, Morgan had missed the last pass.

    Criston leaned heavily upon the table, a disgruntled expression that wasn't so much a sneer, so much as a grimace. "Stop fucking moping around here, Sunglass," the bastard spoke grimly, "You're an uptight prick, sure, and the too honorable notions swimming through that skull isn't that far off from the horseshit Guncer was carting about, but you're a good Knight and a brave fighter. You want it all to mean something?" He dropped a sword, one of simple steel... no, something more to it, as he touched the blade and examined its make, it was a masterpiece and had a hint of sorcery about it. Perhaps something to that talk of 'lesser works' the smiths of the Deep were capable of churning out. Low Magic, Morgan thought, even the small folk can wield magic these days.

    He had kept a talisman and some other charms hidden from Guncer all these months, but he couldn't have hidden a sword like this.

    "Buy back your honor with blood."

    Ser Morgan Sunglass was so startled, he didn't quite have the presence of mind to take umbrage at a man he'd always looked down upon, speaking to him with such insolence. He hesitated...

    ... then wrapped his hand around the hilt.

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    No one had told him they would be fighting wights and ghouls.

    It was a bit too late for turning around by that point, though.

    And then Ser Morgan had other concerns.

    OOC: Another great character update from @Crake. One has to give Ser Morgan Sunglass credit for trying his damnedest.
     
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    • Guncer Sunglass... isn't that the, uh, the dimwitted Crownlander Zealot that's always proselytizing the Faith of the Seven alongside Jon Arryn to reform the Faith's Militant? The one that's been the talk of the King's Council as if he was Baelor the Blessed reborn? (And by that I meant in the backhanded compliment-sense of the word. What in being an narrow-minded pious book-burner of anything related to Magic)
     
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    I am still curious how the Faith in Westeros will adapt to Viserys rule, especially the Chosen of the Seven in general. Ideally we can work with them against the coming darkness in general even if we don't believe in everything they preach.
     
    Massgamer said:
    I am still curious how the Faith in Westeros will adapt to Viserys rule, especially the Chosen of the Seven in general. Ideally we can work with them against the coming darkness in general even if we don't believe in everything they preach.
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    Alternatively!!! There's the Old Gods Khorne option where we could sacrifice any Clergyman or Lords that proved themselves to be an opposition to our rule by collecting their severed heads on the glorious battlefield hanging their guts on some Godswoo'sd branches.

    Sure, it'll make them absolutely reviling us and is inefficient. But think about the catharsis!!!
     
    Interlude MXXII: Storm Riven Stars
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    • Storm Riven Stars​

    Thirtieth Day of the Fourth Month 294 AC

    "Time!" Waymar called. It felt like he should be adjusting his armor, making sure his sword was properly affixed to his side, something more involved than than just getting on Cloud and calling to the rest of the knights to follow. Of course unlike them he did not need to, he had a magic ring to handle such matters, hell his armor was comfortable enough to sleep in. But it still felt like it should not be this easy.

    Thirty knights rose into the sky graceful as a dream borne aloft by the magic of their companions, like the Winged Knight of old, like a tale writ upon the heavens. But this was no nursery take. A company of darkenbeasts clawed into the air in their wake, their cacophonous cries rending the air of the hidden vale, eager for blood and battle.

    Waymar wondered how much they recalled of battles long ago, of blood spilled over mountain and vale by conquerors from the sea. The Legion's beasts they may be, but they were as much wrought by the dreams of the Old Gods as the flesh-smith's art. Did the Dreaming Gods watch with baited breath, hoping to see the children of their foes torn limb from limb by their creations?

    The Clansmen surely were, as they cheered the hour of their rising in voices of men, women and children. They cheered for the knights and they cheered for Tyene flashing a brilliant smile from atop Zephyr's back. They cheered for the Legion riders in their billowing crimson cloaks, they even cheered for the Red Priestess riding the fiercest beast with the steady had of one who had long ago mastered fire in all its ways. The day had come, the hour was nigh... and Waymar Royce would be part of the hammer that would smash the realm he had been born into like a hammer on glass.

    Amid the growing din the hippogriffs of the clansmen rose to join the flight, each with some scrap of colored cloth to mark the lineages of clans as old as any Andal House, the names taken by bands of desperate folk fleeing into the mountains, the marks of those whose raids had already spilled a river of blood across the ages. Hopefully they would not spill too much more before the night's business was done.

    As the wind rushed past and over him, whistling over his winged friend's feathers, he found he regretted it less than he thought he would. He had sworn his oaths and made his peace with all that came of it, he had seen the guarding hand of law and the open hand of prosperity the Imperium extended to its citizens. What had the knights of the Vale done for the smallfolk whose fields flashed by in the dark? What had they made of the changing of the world? Nothing, they had done nothing or worse than that and so the tides of change had come to the shores of the Vale unbidden.

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    The Nine Stars of House Templeton fluttered above the Bloody Gate, not a good sign for the garrison of the Eyrie who it was said held loyalty to House Egen as much as they could be said to hold it for anyone with Lysa Arryn and her son absconding to the Deep. Not a good sign for any hope of peace to judge from the runes Waymar had read before he had set out, but fate was not nailed to the skien of the world and so he still had hope that the knight of the Nine Stars would have the good sense to lay down his arms and pledge to his new lord.

    "By Imperial decree, whoso ever holds this keep in trust is hereby ordered to present himself to the Imperator, who rightfully rules these lands, to swear his fealty..." Tyene began and thus she spoke the whole warning and offer. To Waymar's ears she counted as reasonable and understanding as the hour allowed, but it was clear that to the garrison scrambling below she did not seem thus.

    "The robed fellow is screaming something about demons," Cloud announced, his senses sharper than his rider's. He sounded genuinely bemused as any born beyond the bounds of the world would be. Demons meant something far more specific upon Distant Spheres, a category that could be measured and bounded at least to some degree, but to the septon who had showed himself at one of the Keep's windows it meant something else entirely.

    "Alright, that is the first plan out the window," Tyene mused. "Hit that one with a lightning bolt," she called to Waymar.

    "What? No, he's just a priest..."

    "Who is currently waving around a mace and extolling the knights to slay the foul the demons and witches," she interrupted. "Kill him and the rest of them might reconsider lighting their own pyre."

    "We are supposed to offer a warning first," the knight insisted.

    "The sept is empty," the Red Woman interjected, her voice somehow carrying perfectly over the wind even without a hint of magic. "It is just wood and stone, but if it were to burn I imagine they would be a touch less certain their gods are with them."

    "You can set rocks on fire?" Tyene asked curiously as she circled.

    "I can set beings begotten of primordial flame on fire. Yes, I can handle a bit of stone," Melisandre of Asshai answered with a smile that reminded Waymar eerily of Viserys.

    Once he might have found the notion unimaginable, once he might have objected to the blasphemy, but on this day and in this hour the Waymar knew that he would rather spare lives than the feelings of gods. "Do it," he agreed.

    A stream of flame rent the night by the will of the priestess and the might of the Red God. Stone burned like kindling as the darkenbeasts roared. The septon faltered...

    "Stand! Stand fast against the witchery!" Waymar recognized Ser Symond Templeton, the Knight of Ninestars by his craggy features and pointed beard. His blue eyes burned with unshakable conviction.

    Better one life lost than hundreds. Waymar Royce gathered, thunder on his fist enough to slay a horned devil or wound an elder wyrm and cast it upon the knight below in a pillar of white that outshone the burning sept as the sun outshines a candle. There was not even ash left, just molten steel pooling on the cobblestones.

    Most of the knights surrendered after that. The clansmen would still get their tithe of blood from the handful who lacked even that final shred of sense.

    OOC: For anyone who ever wondered what would happen if Waymar went maximum lightning on a 7th level Fighter in mundane equipment.
     
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    • kind of curious but how come Tywin never brought back his wife Joana back from the dead ?, he had access to the elemental plan of water for quit some time considering those Merid mercenaries he has so he should at least know its possible or did Tywin try but Joana refuse to return ?
     
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